I have loved boundlessly
and thought left empty

yet in the moments
minutes and hours,
we lay in the stars
of each other's eyes,
I found ecstasy but also
unfathomable sadness

Finding you in this life
stitching my destiny,
into the silken fabric
of our days together

A pattern was designed
to be rent with tears,
but weaving a chaotic arc
found lusting symmetry

the burdens of life
strained the linen,
binding our bodies
to perfections edge

whisper to me in dark places,
unshackling my silent form

revive a thousand voices,
I have sustained in forever
unspoken and formless
so as to be forgotten,
it was in a night-scape,
the void of sound
negated speech

I break into flight,
with an oath choking
on my first cry

I drift on the hair of my nape,
as the weave of my cloth
spirals, for a moment

as gums bleed out
the rhythm in my shade, refrains

Everybody has a time in their lives when they try to figure out who they are; the reason they keep breathing, the drive behind every blink. Some of us see who we are at early stages and others become intimidated. And why wouldn’t they be? you’re cold and sometimes ruthless and the most the most heartbreaking things make you smile. Ten times a day you check if he still loves you and even though there is no evidence of faded desires, you doubt that you have the truth. He has met you. He knows what you look like, he knows your moods but he doesn’t know you, really.

Long deep intake of breath
slowly expel out the mouth...
quiet steps following
from north country headed south.

Catching sight of my prey
in the blue ice field ,
Sun in his watering eyes
my position is now a shield.

Marksman behind him, zeroing in
slow intake of air, a silent breath...
Still as a statue, squint of one eye
squeeze of the trigger finds his death.

Like a phoenix
whirling on the face
of the sun,
I burn and flicker
in varied waves.

With a final ignition
the respiriting begins,
I well out sparks
and in the embers
a wondrous explosion,
love, takes my breath
and me away
 
I walk on pieces
of jiggered heart
they no longer matter not,
trickling through fingers
having long forgone hope,
shudders of a half life
shadow puppet walls

the velvet knife
of your tongue
cut my skin

into a thousand
streamers of want
I feathered against
the unknown

a breath in the grasp
of insanity

I pooled
as ribbons on
the ground,
I was tossed to roll
aimless to reality

fire licked breasts
as thighs brushed static
into the palms of your
hands …

at first touch
is the flashback,

I burn up, a white flame

Nothing, not even an ocean,
can douse the weeping fire.
as thorns spear the night
blood stains a constellation

Clouds of stars swathe
reflecting only in my eyes,
goodnight mortals, sleep,
as Amun-Ra rides the light

The thousand billion orbs
contour around horizons,
I, in my robe gasp in awe
that I may bear witness

There is no sound in heaven
but that of my sighing lips,
there is no dawn on earth
but of mans own creation

The river flows with such an intensity
that the very earth is torn away with its current.

The hurricane blows,
Ripping apart everything in its path.

The ocean crashes,
Digging caves and capsizing entire ships.

Destructive by nature
Stronger than any living being,

The very same element that flows through me,
and sustains life itself,

is gentle enough to fall from the sky
and wash away my tears.

A straight dirt path. No
one
knows what comes after
this
sign that reads DO NOT
STOP

Not even me or
who
or anyone soon,
Where
am I supposed to
go?

I go straight now, don't
I?
But I don't know
why
or how, I even
am.

Do I walk the path
which
might lead to death, or
cut
my own path through the
vines?

Do I sit myself
down
and rest the night or
get
up and run towards
what?